Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.